Anyone for a Singha?

What I'd like more than anything right now is a pint of my Strongbow Cider. An awful craving has come upon me, and I really don't have high hopes of satisfying it for quite some time.

It seems international travel has the ability to force me to acclimatize to alcoholic beverages that previously have been repulsive to me. Living in England, I finally grew to appreciate wine. Up until that point I would suffer through a couple sips and then give up. Now of course you would have thought England would have taught me to appreciate beer, but no dice. I did cement my affection for cider there, however. But beer and Peru - you see the connection, yes? After 3 days on the Inca Trail a couple years ago, I hiked into camp and drank 3 beers in about a half hour. Similar story - I think up until that point I'd managed to possibly finish a couple beers in my entire life. Sort of sad, I know, but my tongue just couldn't get past the juvenile response of comparing it to cat piss. Or what my overactive imagination assumes cat piss would taste like, obviously. Now in Peru my awful thirst may have had something to do with the fact that I'd deliberately kept myself dehydrated for 3 days of somewhat strenuous hiking, simply to avoid the bliss that is peeing on the side of a mountain. Not being a beer drinking, I have no idea if they were any good, but man, they went down easy. But it was a blip - I had my 3 Peruvian beers and then my tongue came to its sense and I haven't touched one since.

The awful tragedy though is cider seems to be non-existent here and wine is hard to come by as well. Shockingly a Shiraz and Strongbow drinker doesn't quite jive with the typical backpacker target market that most places attempt to attract. It's not like I'm without options, however. There are pletty of fruity frozen drinks to be had, but while my mother will be disappointed in me, I have to admit they get a bit tiresome. Banana colada people though, should be experienced by all.

So I'm making a concerted effort to drink beer. I have always thought that at some point in my life this was just something I had to do, you know? My personal mountain to climb. There seem to be two main brews here - Chang and Singha. You have to be careful though - Singha comes in small and big bottles and I swear to God, the large one has got to be approaching 750ml. Way too large for this novice. So every couple days I go out and order myself a small Singha. Wild times, I know. I drink it quickly, because once it goes lukewarm I get like, totally sicked out. But the automatic gag reflex that used to be typical is receding, so I think I'm making some real progress here. Patting myself on the back, as I'm sure you can imagine.